"Santa's New Look" - Polar Bear Transformation Story (Patreon)

Man into Male Polar Bear Transformation Story | Unwilling | SFW | 3rd PoV

Santa Claus was almost ready for the most special night of the year. After packing the last supplies and presents he sat down on his sleigh and with a happy sigh started his magical journey. With the help of magic and his fellow reindeers he efficiently delivered the presents for what felt like days, while in reality those were only hours.

During his visits he often encountered a lot of pleasant surprises. Some more common than others, such as milk and cookies for him. Some more special and memorable, but Santa appreciated them all and valued the moments of savouring the treats amongst the Christmas decorations in so many different locations.

One such location proven to be more than the Santa anticipated however. As he came down the chimney and into a rustic looking living room, he noticed a peculiar sight. Instead of the usual treats on the table nearby was a note along with a red labelled bottle. “Hmm, what have we here…” – Santa smiled and said to himself.

The note said: “Dear Santa Claus. Thank you for visiting us. My dad works at a beverage factory. The aforementioned beverage brand has quite a lot to do with Christmas, therefore instead of milk I want you to cherish a bottle of one of the most famous beverages on Earth. Enjoy. Ben.”. Santa Claus nodded in approval and stroked his long beard a bit out of curiosity, then lifted up the bottle to examine it.

It was made of glass and contained about 500 millilitres of the carbonated drink. “Ho, ho. I can’t say I came unprepared…” – Santa Claus chuckled and pulled out a bottle opener out of his thick, white beard. The man skilfully opened the bottle and was about to take a sip, but then he noticed something intriguing on its label. There was a stylised white name of the brand, but also a depiction of Santa himself, in addition to a visage of a polar bear next to him.

“Hmph, I’m pretty sure my nose isn’t that red!” – Santa Claus stated and took a sip of the famous drink. Naturally it tasted as good as expected, besides even its temperature was cold and pleasant as it should. Santa wanted to appreciate this moment of peace and Christmas vibes in the air, so he decided he would empty the entire bottle.

The joyful old man however failed to notice something strange. His belly was growing in size and getting increasingly constricted by Santa’s festive costume. Santa Claus sighed and straightened his back as he felt a slight discomfort jolt through his spine. “Those old bones aren’t getting any younger, but I can’t fail when I’m needed. I’ll rest only when I’ll deliver all the presents.” – Santa Claus added, unaware that something started to push out of his tailbone. A short stubby appendage was starting to come out of his trousers and starting to sprout silky white fur.

A few sips later Santa’s grip on the bottle was getting worse by the second as his hands slowly started to thicken, while the digits were becoming less dextrous. His palms were starting to feel numb as they began to plump up and blacken into ursine paw pads. Santa’s fingernails were gradually growing out into slightly curved claws. The old man himself however was lost in thoughts, slight doubts about his profession. He knew he wouldn’t be able to deliver the presents forever.

Santa failed to notice that his ears started to turn rounder and thinner, gradually turning fully ursine and starting to sprout white fur. In the meantime Santa’s slightly red nose started darkening, until it became jet black and moist. Then its shape started to shift and the nostrils became slightly wider. Santa quickly took out a handkerchief and sneezed. In the meantime his lips started turning black and glossy, slightly limp even. Inside Santa’s mouth his teeth started to turn sharper and slightly bigger, preparing his maw for further changes.

“Oh how I wish I could be as strong as in my youth…!” – Santa concluded his contemplations out loud, only to finally realise that something was wrong about his body. His long beard was shifting into an animalistic, yet still white mane of fur that kept spreading in all directions. “What on Rudolph’s nose is happening to me?!” – Santa Claus exclaimed and dropped the empty bottle as his feet started shifting in his black, leather shoes.

Santa Claus clutched his face, only to realise that his nose was now fully ursine. Even his hands felt more than strange, they weren’t even hands at this point, but this paws of a polar bear in fact. Santa started feeling dizzy because of all the unreal sensations happening to him. His heart ached and the old man felt like he would get a heart attack from the sudden shock of his transformation. Thankfully just in time Santa collapsed onto the couch behind him, which gave him a few seconds to rest and calm down despite what was happening.

“Who better than me knows that magic is real. I always knew it existed, b-but how- Am I turning into a polar bear? What about all the little souls awaiting the presents…?!” – Santa complained and felt a tear slowly slide down his increasingly furry cheek. Santa closed his changing eyes for a moment as they turned dark brown. “No. I won’t give up!” – He said as he opened his eyes and with newfound determination started taking off his overly tight shoes.

Santa Claus fruitlessly attempted to take his shoes as he normally would, but his paws didn’t allow him to do it in a human way. Santa grumbled something and then used his claws to free his shifting feet of his shoes, regretfully ruining them in the process. Santa gasped at the sight. His feet were now thicker, covered in white pelage and almost entirely changed into bear’s paws. His paws were numb underneath as they already had grown the protective pads. Claws slowly formed on his digits’ tips.

The transformation continued relentlessly, but Santa knew that he wouldn’t give up his duties no matter what. Even as his entire body started growing bigger. Mainly his lower torso. His hips were widening slightly and his stomach was growing bigger and taking more and more ursine shape with every passing second. Until with a loud *shrip* Santa’s trousers and coat exploded thanks to his growing form revealing waves of soft white fur.

Santa blinked, a bit overwhelmed by the changes and seeing his lower body altered to such extent – His lower body looked completely as if it belonged to an actual polar bear. Santa used his arms to get up onto two legs, but sadly it felt wrong to him at this point. His heavy weight and altered skeleton didn’t allow him to remain on two legs for too long. Especially as they started to shorten slightly and their muscles began thickening.

With a pitiful yelp Santa was forced onto all fours as his limbs continued to shift. His legs slowly became his ursine hind legs and his arms gradually reshaped into fore legs, which were less bendable than his arms used to be. Santa panted from the exhausting transformation as the last of his clothing fell off his frame in tatters. The old man knew there was one way to stop his transformation and save his humanity – His magical belt clasp with which he could call his elves to help him.

There was only one problem. The transformation didn’t end yet and the changes made it difficult for Santa to move, especially in his age. Santa felt as his ribcage inflated and barrelled out into a more imposing shape. His limbs reoriented in their sockets and made his body better suited to walk on all fours. Santa was gradually getting closer towards the item that was able to save him, but his transformation too was slowly coming to an end.

“Ohr nhroo…” – Santa yelped as his face started pushing out into a long ursine muzzle. It wasn’t pleasant, but the changes progressed relatively fast. Santa stared cross-eyes as his black nose slowly drifted further away from the rest of his face. His entire body finished getting covered in white, thick fur fitting for his person. Santa’s head slowly, but surely and fully reshaped into the head of a polar bear that he was from now on as the transformation ended. The only remaining clothing on Santa was his Christmas hat, which looked almost comical considering the fact that Santa was now a huge polar bear.

“How will I deliver the rest of the presents now…? Wait. I can talk?!” – Santa exclaimed as he sat up. He sighed in relief, knowing that he would at least be able to communicate with his loyal elves. “Alright, alright. I can manage this. I may be a polar bear now, but I’m still Santa Claus!” – Santa stated and walked over to his golden belt clasp, then laid his paw on it.

Momentarily a magical gust of glitters formed an image of an elf in some sort of a huge hall. The elf looked shocked at the sight of a polar bear with Santa’s hat. “Jerry… I know that I changed since we last saw each other in person, but its still me – Santa! Please send me a pack of elves towards my coordinates, we have a job to do.” – Santa said.

The elf’s confusion slowly disappeared as it realised the truth. Despite Santa being a polar bear now, he still had several barely visible and iconic features that made him recognisable amongst common polar bears. His mane was thick and almost like a beard that he once had amongst other details. “Sir! It’s truly you! You must tell us what happened after we’ll deliver all the presents, but for now – I’m sending a special squadron towards your location. Good luck sir!” – The elf said with teary bittersweet eyes. Santa nodded in approval and thanked the elf, then braced himself to fulfil his duties no matter the big change he endured…